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9/13/2015 11:57:12 PM
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[b]the figures hand warps into another blade and cuts your arm off[/b]
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[spoiler]Yeah.....no[/spoiler] Python catches the blade and snaps it. He drives the blade into the figure.
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 9/14/2015 12:02:48 AM[b]the figure shuts down[/b]
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He pulls the blade out and pokes the figure a few more times, just to be safe.
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[b]it doesn't move[/b]
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He stands inspecting the blade. "Cool....." Python looks down at his chest, seeing the hole, he reaches for a blowtorch and starts to go to work.
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[b]you hear something moving behind you[/b]
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He grabs his pistol off a table and turns, aiming at the noise.
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[b]you see five more of the robotic figures towering over you and the one behind you stands up[/b]
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"Can I at least know what I'm killing right now?" He grabs the blade again.
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[b]Jacklyn appears on one of the figures shoulders[/b] "Ash, Doc, and myself made these ourselves they were made to fight and kill you"
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"They're pretty fun to fight. Gotta hand it to you guys, good job."
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"And the best part is you can't kill them they can rebuild and regenerate themselves"
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"I've killed unkillable stuff before. Clearly you never read up on our venture into hell."
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[b]the robots walk towards you[/b]
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"Oooooooh we got challengers." His arms readjust themselves as one of the robots attacks. He counters, pulling it towards him and tripping it. Python stabs it in the back while it's on the ground.
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[b]the wound on its back seals and it gets back up and grabs you[/b]
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Python throws the arm down and kicks the robot through eight walls on the other side. He's starting to glow a faint aurora of gold.
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[b]they all attack at once[/b]
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As they touch him, they start to smolder and disingrate. He slams one to the ground and it falls apart.
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 9/14/2015 1:30:01 AM[b]the peices form back together[/b]
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He kicks at the pieces making it harder. He speaks in a deep, booming voice......but it's not his. "Puny mortal creation. If thou wishes to strike thee, thou must strike harder, faster and stronger."
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[b]they form back together and Jacklyn disappears [/b]
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His voice shifts to his own again. "Yeah, bitch. Run." He stays silent as he stabs one of the robots, takes out the blade and slices, taking two down at a time. He kicks another one and punches yet another. They all fall apart on contact.
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[b]their parts warp away[/b]
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He pulls out a cigar and lights it, the aurora slowly fading.
